We are all on this crazy journey called life. At times we laugh and times we cry. It's easy to share fun, quick stories, but that wouldn't be true to who I am.
Foreign Service is not the point of my blog, but living in different cultures affects even the most mundane tasks.
Similarly, MS crept in and forced me to look at life through a different lens. At times, this silent disease becomes constraining. Thus, my perspectives are filtered through pain.
As you read I hope you can see my heart.
After they had mocked him, they took off the robe and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him away to crucify him.
As they were going out, they met a man from Cyrene, named Simon, and they forced him to carry the cross. They came to a place called Golgotha (which means “the place of the skull”). There they offered Jesus wine to drink, mixed with gall; but after tasting it, he refused to drink it. When they had crucified him, they divided up his clothes by casting lots. And sitting down, they kept watch over him there. Above his head they placed the written charge against him: this is jesus, the king of the jews.
Two rebels were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, “You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!” In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save himself! He’s the king of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, ‘I am the Son of God.’” In the same way the rebels who were crucified with him also heaped insults on him.
From noon until three in the afternoon, darkness came over all the land. About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).
When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.”
Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.”
And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit.
At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people.
When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”
Jesus had been beaten and mocked and put to shame. His flesh was raw where they whipped him and blood dripped down his face from the crown of thorns pressed into His skull. He was too weak to carry the heavy wooden cross to the hill where he would be crucified.
As He bled on the cross, the sun hid itself. Darkness hung heavy on the earth as the weight of the world’s sins settled on his shoulders. Jesus cried out to God and died. At that moment the curtain in the temple violently tore in two, eliminating the distance between God and man. An earthquake shook the world and holy people came out of their graves, alive. These things don’t ever happen. Only when God Himself died did the earth open up and dead men walked out. Even the guards recognized that Jesus was all He claimed to be: the Son of God!
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.